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En ny favorit - 2006

Under sitt besök i Venezuela hyllade den amerikanske sångaren Harry Belafonte president Hugo Chávez och sa: "Det spelar ingen roll vad världens störste tyrann, världens störste terrorist George W Bush säger. Det ska ni veta; inte bara hundratals, inte tusentals, utan miljontals amerikaner stöder er revolution."

Mr Chávez was inveighing against comments on Venezuela's attitude to democracy made by Mr Blair in the chamber. The prime minister's observation that Venezuela should abide by the rules of the international community if it wanted to be respected by it showed that he believed "we're still in times of imperialism and colonialism", Mr Chávez said.
"Go right to hell, Mr Blair," he told the prime minister during a speech in western Venezuela, using local slang to deliver the line. His exact words, "váyase largo al cipote", have no direct translation into English. Mr Chávez described Mr Blair as "the main ally of Hitler" - an accusation that he is siding with the US president in its confrontation with Venezuela. Mr Chávez has taken to calling George Bush "Mr Danger" and "Danger Bush Hitler" among other epithets, and added that he would now need similar nicknames for Mr Blair.

Källa: Guardian 9 feb 2006

Talet i FN:s Generalförsamling sept 2006

  I like that guy very much indeed (I mean of course mr Chávez)

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Der Mensch ist erst wirklich tot, wenn niemand mehr an ihn denkt.

an aeroplane flies
— and a song is sung!
    —     Ett uttalande av Upton Sinclair i oktober 1934: Upton Sinclair

Verdis Fångarnas kör framfördes fint av Opera Viva i S:t Stephans kapell Vanadislunden.
samt på Regina onsdagen den 30 maj 2001
Projekt Va pensiero! Italiensk språkövning desslikes.
Det lät även fint på Stadion en vacker junikväll med World Choir, då tenoren Pavarotti besökte oss. Sjung med!

Va, pensiero, sulláli dorate;
Va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,
Ove olezzano tepide e molli
Láure dolci del suolo natal!

Del Giordano le rive saluta,
Di Sione le torri atérrate..
Oh, mia patria si bella e perduta!
Oh, membranza si cara e fatal!

Arpa d´ôr dei fatidici vati
Perché muta dal salice pendi?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi,
Ci favella del tempo che fu!

O simile di Solima ai fati
Traggi un suono di crudo lamento,
O, t´ispiri il Signore un concento
Che ne infonda al patire virtú,
che ne infonda al patire virtú,
che ne infonda al patire virtú,
al patire virtú.

You can listen to the beautiful choir song at verdi.html

URL:     http://ejnar.se/1677/tes.htm
Update:  2009-09-10